Luyện nghe bài hát Corey's Coming

Old John Joseph was a man with two names
They left him in the railroad yard when they took the trains
And one run a week comes on roaring down that lane
So, all he's got to worry is time

I come by in the evening to hear 'bout where he's
He says, Come on sit kid, where shall I begin?
He starts telling me the stories of the glories of his
But he always saves the story of his for the last

And he says, "My Corey's coming, no sad stories coming
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming you girl?
And like I told you, she holds you she enfolds you in her world"

I was surprised to find out all the places that he knew
And so I asked the towns if his stories were true
Well they said, Old was born here, he's lived here all his life
He's never had a woman, let a wife

And very soon you'll find out as you around
That no one named Corey's ever in this town
So I chided the old man 'bout the truth that I had
Well he smiled and said, Reality is just a word

you see my Corey's coming, no more sad stories coming
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's aren't you girl?
And like I told you, when she you she enfolds you in her world

I came by one evening but he did not my shout
I looked in the window and I saw the was out
he would not wake up I forced in the door
And I saw that old John Joseph tell stories no more

The scene at the graveyard, three of us were there
Me and the gravedigger we heard the prayer
He said, We not grieve for this man
For we that God cares

They put the cold over him and left me on my own
And when at last I up I saw I was not alone
So I said, If a relative, he had a peaceful end
when she said, My name is Corey you can say I'm just a friend

Corey's coming, no more sad coming
My coming aren't you girl?
And like I told you, she holds you she enfolds you in her world

So, that's the old story, I'm glad you came tonight
To see a busted old railroad yard sure makes a lonely sight
You may wonder why a young man would work out here
Well the job pays to keep some flesh on my bones

And I confess I get to the old man a bit
And there's one reason I guess I could admit

Can't you see my Corey's coming, no sad stories coming
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's aren't you girl?
And like he me, when she holds me she enfolds me in her world